I miss the sun glow
    coming from the window of my room
I miss enjoying the breeze
    that saves me from a painful doom
I miss those nights
    when I'm fascinated by the stars
I miss riding on my bike
    and be passed by the cars
I miss those mornings
    that I don't have to worry
I miss not plaguing my life by works
    but just think of a never ending story

A pieces of writings
Expression of ideas and feelings
There lies a lot of findings
Deep within its meanings

Derived from the fine of our imagination
We make poems, our own creation
If it’s made by hope and inspiration
It deserves a remarkable attention